Rock Bottom [Rhilyn] Open

[Rhilyn Mario Macini]

Rhilyn was flat on his back somewhere on the floor in this place he shared with his mother. He was grumpy and bored, this timeless lifestyle didn't suit him one bit. Having turned into an almost nocturnal creature coming out only at nights and sleeping during the day Rhilyn should only just be waking up. Not rolling around on the floor by himself.

Checking his watch with a look of utter disgust when he realized he still had atleast an hour to go before it was worth his while to do anything. The downside of constantly moving? In every town you had to suss out its people, its places, its night clubs. Its security its police. Not that he really gave a damn about being caught. But if he could avoid it well that was always an added bonus. So he had only just found a new supplier one he believed was as honest as possible with those kind of people. That and he needed to find some new bloody friends, ones that would last this time. Rhilyn didn't do well without several things, over time his horses had become the only stable point in his life so they were a constant need. His drugs that he only took on occasion now but were something of a safety blanket to this young twenty year old. Lastly he needed friend or more just people to surround himself with. The rush was never as good when no one was around to witness it.

With a sudden surge of inspiration Rhilyn leaped up onto his feet with a little bow and made for the bathroom. He may aswell scrub up a bit if he was going to walk into town. As far as places go he had been reasonably impressed by the chicks that lived and worked here. It gave him a reason atleast to change his clothes from time to time and give him that inspiration he had needed to try and find his hair brush. Finishing in the shower and picking up the cleanest clothes on the floor smelling them before putting them on and leaving his room. Backtracking only seconds later to pick up his phone, keys and smokes. He didn't really need his phone and he couldn't remember the last time he locked the house. But his smokes they were a necessity and he tugged them gently into tight jean pockets before making his way down the street an already lit cigarette placed between to lips.

Another look at his watch came with a faint smile for it was finally reaching about 11pm the sky was black and the air that nice medium between hot and cold. Finally he could go out and find something or someone to do. He was wondering along the same path he had just days before to fill up on his diminishing stock of white powder, green leaves and blue pills. This time he wasn't in need of any more so he wasn't sure why he was making his way towards the slum street. With a casual shrug of his shoulders bare arms swinging carefree beside him Rhilyn kept walking.

[Billie Hart]

She carried a knife on her always. It was the only way to be in this part of town. You had to protect yourself, the people precious to you, the people above you in ranking, anything and everything you cared about in life. You had to fight for your right to exist in this part of town, the struggle had been diminished to the most basic thing one could ever think of – an endless fight where the winners prosper and the losers bleed out into the gutter. She had never been forced to actually use her knife though – usually just brandishing it would be enough. When most see a knife, they jump and back off, since it is the worst way to get injured if you were to actually think about it. When you’re shot, it happens once usually and then you’re left there bleeding. When you get stabbed, you never get that knife stuck into your stomach just once….

The closest she had come to actually using it against someone had been a time where she was protecting herself against a sore loser. He had came up behind her on her way out late that night and she, having been expecting him to be there, whirled around and pressed the cold blade against his neck. He faltered for a second, honestly thinking that he could have strangled her, but then one of the bigger Russian waiters at the restaurant cleared his throat and lit his cigarette, shooting the man with the knife pressed against his neck a shift look that made him back off and run away with his tail between his legs.

Billie had never killed anyone – ever. She didn’t want to, it was the last thing she wanted to do. She knew that, if she were dealt the right cards, she might do it. Say if…someone she cared about was in some sort of life-threatening situations she might stab the bothersome brute just to protect her friend. She wouldn’t be able to predict the psychological effects it would have on her – maybe she wouldn’t care, or maybe it would keep her up at night – the face of her victim and their last words haunting her for the rest of her living life. Would she, covered in an eerie cold sweat, wake up in the middle of the night having been rudely awakened from dreamland by these Hellish visions?

The red head snorted as she walked, her mind only briefly touching on how weirdly philosophical her thoughts had gotten in the past few minutes. It wasn’t that she ‘didn’t like thinking to hard’ or some sort of bullshit like that, but those weren’t the things she would be philosophizing about. Billie’s eyes were trained coolly on the ground as she walked with the brim of her trademark fedora over her eyes. Her hair was up in a bun, which had many spikes of soft red hair jutting out of it at places. She wore her usual black pants, white button up, and black vest since she had just come from work – the client had been a pushover you could say. There was a toothpick she had been chewing on since the beginning of her game in her mouth, stuck in between her upper and lower teeth. Her bare arms, the shirt only went to her elbows, could feel the light breeze run over them as she walked through the slum’s streets with her black sandals clunked against the cement. It was oddly quiet today, quite like the calm before a storm.

…Calm before a storm? Billie snorted again and stuffed her hands into her pockets. She wasn’t in the mood to be in the middle of some gang shooting. Gangs…inwardly she grimaced when her mind began to remember the sort of lowlife scum that made up those gangs, and don’t even get her started on the concept of Gang Vs Gang turf wars. She turned the corner and looked up at the sound of voices; down a few blocks were a few prostitutes on a corner, looking for cars to drive on by. Most would veer off course and set a new route to avoid them, but Billie, even though she never used them, loved prostitutes. Well, she didn’t like the ones that were ‘forced into prostitution’….or the ones who were all depressed – those kinds of prostitutes depressed her, as they did everyone.

As she walked closer, Billie suddenly felt a little jolt of surprise – they were actually men dressed as women, transvestites. That didn’t alter Billie’s loose attraction to them all. She smiled at them and exchanged a few words in a friendly manner. She flirts with them, leaning close to one she thought was especially cute. They flirt back, all grinning like the foxes they were. Billie grins like a Cheshire cat all through the conversation. One kissed her on the cheek before she left, leaving a lipstick stain that she neglected to remove as she walked away. Billie adjusted her cap so it wasn’t as over her eyes, but still leaning forward. She licked her lips hungrily as she walked the streets, something was going to happen tonight – she just damn well hoped it was going to be interesting and not some sob story you see on the 6am news.

Billie pulled a deck of cards out of her pocket, took them out of the box, and began to shuffle them nonchalantly. There was a serene, soft smile on her face as her steel grey eyes took a look in front of her, catching sight of a man coming toward her. She shoots him a fox like grin. “Evenin’.” Her first thought was to scam him through a game of ‘find the Queen of Hearts’, but she resisted such an old temptation….for now. He looked like one of those clean-cut kids from up the hill, but for him to be venturing so far into the slums she knew better than to make that assumption. For a moment she thought if she looked like she hailed from up the hill….then she laughed inwardly.

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status;; finished!
music;; stray cat strut
notes;; Longest post ever o.<.....hope I didn't make some sort of stupid mistake in it...

[Rhilyn Mario Macini]

It was greedy cold eyes that looked over those who walked past him or he past them. He took in each of them, what they were wearing were he though they were headed. He wasn't profiling them no just a game he played when he was beyond being utterly fucking bored. Surprising how much activity the back streets had in this area, especially at this time of night. Passing a bunch of older women dressed to the nine, Rhilyn smiled politely and continued walking. He hadn't even the energy or muse to toy with them, drag them along and make them believe he was willing to pay for anything. No it was defiantly a sour mood our dark headed boy was in. Not that he would have payed for sex anyways, although he was getting near desperate enough to start considering it. How long had it been since he had last had sex or even hooked up with someone? The fact he couldn't remember was a pretty good indication on just how long. It was long enough to get him bloody pumping and heart racing in all the wrong areas at the slightest thought or mention of some kind of female contact.

Kicking a lose stone along the ground in frustration Rhilyn laughed inwardly mocking himself. He had to be a desperate fool to be thinking such things. Yet it was not an inch of a lie that even those hookers on the last street corner was starting to look promising. If he had been a tad bit more intelligent perhaps thats not the word, insightful? Either way if he had spared a thought to the time he spent in and out of others beds, thinking about sex. Maybe just maybe he would start to wonder if there was more to life? But he didn't, not that you could blame him really. Most days he lived the life, adrenaline in the form of horse riding or motorbikes by day, stupid life risking dares and sex at night. What twenty year old wouldn't wish for that? A sensible one perhaps?

He chose to look up from the dirt and rubbish filled path at the right time. For his eyes were met with that of a female, looking back on our previous thoughts you can begin to see why she had Rhilyns interest straight away. She could have been twice his age and half his height and she still would have captured his interest. Lucky for him however she looked to be around his age if not a bit older. Which of course made her that much more appealing already, not to mention she was actually what Rhilyn would call tonight " the perfect looking girl." He hardly even noticed the pack of cards in her hand, nor wasted a moment in wondering what she was doing alone at this time in streets like this. If he had however it probably would have just made her even more appealing.

Her words clean and crisp in the nights air startled him out of his daydream and he awkwardly drew his eyes back up towards her face catching her eyes with his own. Without a trace of shyness or formality Rhilyn continued walking till he was level with her, hand out stretched. "Evenin sweetheart, names Rhilyn." Right eye closed in half a wink just to complete the cheesy picture. As if he needed to do anything else to make himself look more like the idiot he was.

[Billie Hart]

"Evenin sweetheart, names Rhilyn."

She took the hand off the deck of playing cards in order to take the hand that was extended to her. She rolled the toothpick over her tongue to the other side of her mouth as she did. “Call me Billie.” Her name wasn’t the most…feminine, but she liked it all the same. It had a nice ring to it almost, perhaps not in the eyes of most – but to her it did and who honestly gave a crap about those other people anyway? Billie gently squeezed his hand before letting hers fall back to her side. She didn’t like letting people hold her hand very often, especially with her childhood injury and all. Occasionally people squeezed her hand too hard and actually hurt her, so she had became finicky over who touched her – it was one of the few things she was uptight about. Her eyes roam over his face, reading the slight movements like she would do to a Poker opponent.

Her lips widen into a crooked grin when her mind registers what he wanted. Well, his eyes didn’t leave much to assume. He wanted sex; either that or he was always wolfish and sexy looking. She bats her eyelashes at him, while wasn’t in the mood at the moment, having a small bit of fun with this boy, Rhilyn, wouldn’t be much of a crime. She wouldn’t do anything bad to him, just a simple game. “Tell me Rhil, you know how to play Three Card Monte?” She gave him a nickname purposely. She begins to shuffle her cards as she shakes her head slightly to move some hair out of her face. “You don’t need to play with money……we can use other things.” It was Billie’s turn to wink at him, knowing that would get her point across well enough.

For a moment she tried to remember the last time she had chosen to fool around with a stranger and it didn’t take her long to realize that it had been months. Billie licked her lips and shifted her weight onto one leg. She had to admit, the possibility of hooking up with someone she barely knew and might never see again was incredibly exciting. Why didn’t she do this more often? Was her job and habit of sleeping in taking away from an adrenaline-filled social life? Billie held back a snort, yeah, call her crazy but maybe that was what was keeping her from having a fiery-hot, but at the same time not slutty, sex life. It wasn’t like she could change her hours though, it just was not often that she had the free time to go out and flirt with a stranger. Billie looked up at Rhilyn and her smirk widened slightly, the times she did find the time were always the most memorable nonetheless.

She drew out 3 cards, the queen of hearts, the two of clubs, and the two of spades. With another glance toward Rhilyn to make sure he had agreed to this before she went ahead and acted pushy, she moved over to a newspaper box and laid the cards down so there red backs faced the sky. This game was rigged, you should never ever play it because no matter what you’ll always lose – always! You never know where the card is, but the dealer always knows and thus, keeps saying ‘double or nothing’ until they won. Billie tilted her head to the side and looked at Rhilyn, her crooked grin and half-lidded eyes looking at him in a sultry way as she tried to decide whether she would make this hard for him. Well if she did….then she wouldn’t get anything out of it either. Billie moved the left most card up and down with her finger as she thought. ‘Well let’s just see how he does first…’

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notes;; .....This beginning is really bad....but it sorta gets better o.<

[Rhilyn Mario Macini]

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notes: ( in advance ) I shall apologize in advance, your reply was one that gave me muse to reply back. However i have a stack of (eighty to be exact ) end of term horse riding reports to write out. So attempting to write an extra 500+ words tonight . . . So sorry for the lack of quality im sure im about to type out.
words: . . . No idea yet, will be to lazy to check once i have finished.
Muse: Ran away when it realized reports were due.

. . . . . . My internet just died, stole the princess ( brother ) laptop to reassure you that a post of some sort will be filling this space shortly.